#AmericanWriters
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names ' from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to ...
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—